It’s always nice to get out of work, safe in the knowlege that whatever music I choose to ingest is going to be my descision and no one else’s. Lately, my office’s soundtrack has been a selection of Swing (presumably as in ‘from a noose’) classics repeated ad nauseum, punctuated with some forgettable pop annoyances from the last few years. Today I have been left wondering why the thankfully one-hit-wonder Daniel Powter felt the need to share his bad day with millions of innocent (until proven guilty of crimes against music) radio listeners.

Thankfully, I have a suitable antidote: my review of JayMay’s debut album is up on Allgigs, and rather nice it is too. By which I mean the music, rather than the review - which is, of course, awesome.